Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
CMW,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.